The Funk Is Lifting?

I think I've been more in a funk than I realized since losing my mojo a few weeks back.

I'm usually a "glass half full" kind of girl (and make it a big one for my vino, please). But, the last few weeks I've been a bit less positive than usual.

Nothing seemed good enough. The 4.4 swim was not what I expected. I didn't love riding the Blue Ridge as much as others did.

Then a few things happened today. I read a few wonderful blogs and caught another version of the Hoyt video posted on the TRIgirl forum. I pushed myself for the first time in weeks during today's run.

And I realized I've been neglecting some key components to training.

Like TRIgirl CD's word - appreciate.

Appreciating I am fortunate enough to complete any 4.4 mile swim - to literally swim across a bay - no matter how hard it was or how long it took. To run - as labored and painful as my running is. To be surrounded by wonderful, fabulous, strong team mates and friends.

And - challenge.

It can't and probably shouldn't always be easy. I think I'd reached a comfort level with a few gains I'd made and forgot the fear, pain and struggle it has taken me to achieve even the smallest improvements.

And - perspective.

Perspective that this first Blue Ridge ride didn't have to be about loving the crazy long hills. When your history includes jumping off the bike at the sight of much smaller inclines than this weekend's challenging climbs, maybe "not hating" the Blue Ridge for my first outing was good enough.

And my own word - believe.

Kind of tied to the challenge word above - letting go of the fears and doubts that can so easily provide the excuses to not try something new or that squelch the opportunity to rise above preconceived ideas about limitations.

And TRIgirl SQ's word - joy.

Triathletes can get so caught up in training - the equipment and the gadgets and the nutrition. Sometimes adjusting a workout - to take advantage of a kayaking or hiking opportunity may do more for the mental spirit than any prescribed training. Or letting a friend's happiness in a bike ride (that still seem unfathomable) or another's progress in overcoming the fear of open water - touch the soul and inspire you to remember...

Why you really do this crazy thing called triathlon.

Riding the Blue Ridge

A little over a year ago, several brave TRIgirls ventured out to ride the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway.

I did not join them and basically thought they were crazy. I may have even swore I'd never try that route, especially after hearing some of the ride reports.

Never say never.

One of my goals for 2008 is to be less afraid and more confident riding hills. Which has since involved the equipment change - and some attitude adjustments.

The equipment switch-a-roo did not go quite as planned. While greatly enjoying my first kayaking experience with a few team mates along the lovely North Anna River on Friday, the bike store called to share that the new Dura-Ace set-up had not arrived in time. Thankfully and coincidentally, Coach B was at the store WHILE this was all going on and basically told the bike dudes that they needed to figure something out (thank you, Coach B) - there would be no excuses to avoid the Blue Ridge ride. The bike store hooked me up with some temporary store gear, which seemed fine as I checked it out while cruising up and down the street.

Saturday morning, we met at 5:45 to carpool the twoish hours to the Blue Ridge Mountains. Coach B reminded us to enjoy the view once as drove the Blue Ridge Parkway to our starting point - as we'd be enjoying it in a slightly different mode on our bikes. Ironman JW kindly offered to brave the drive with three other TRIgirls and me.

I dozed off for a bit, but was wide awake as we traversed up the Parkway.

We are supposed to ride THAT?

Steep hills that bordered beautiful mountain views, but seemed forever long in the car with some scary looking curves and steep drops.

Gulp.

There was no turning back, though I had visions of being pulled over on the side of the road waiting for the rest of the crew to come and get me.

The first leg was about 13 and half miles to the Blue Ridge's "mile 0" Visitor's Center. The hills were gradual, tough climbs, but the downhills seemed longer. The ride seemed doable. But I can't say I quite enjoyed it. I didn't know what to expect - the downhills seemed very long, which was scary for the first leg, but also a bit perturbing as to what waited ahead as I needed to turn around and hit the same stretch again in the opposite direction.

The temporary gearing was less than perfect. Big clunks and sputters as I shifted from the big to small chain ring - causing lots of adjustments and loss of what little momentum I had gained.

We regrouped at mile 0 and Coach B wondered where my smile was. I told him I was reserving all comments until the end of the ride.

We headed back up - Coach B rode with me for a bit and gave me lots of good advice and encouragement. The first three miles after the turnaround was a continuous uphill of varying grades. Then a welcome downhill break - then another three to fourish uphill climb that seemed the most challenging of the day. I was not very happy during this stretch. Patriot Sangria's temporary gears were extra clunky when they were pushed to the limits - which was frustrating (maybe, ideally, the first ride with the new gearing would have been less strenuous). I started to plan on calling it a day whenever I finally reached the parking lot. Coach B backtracked a bit during this period and told me that one of his team leaders would not quit and would still do the full 35 mile option. I stayed in "we'll see" mode. TRIgirl SL, who'd been sweeper on the first leg, glided by at one point - and I witnessed true climbing ability. Finally the monster hill - dubbed the oxygen deprivation section by TRIgirls KO and LD was over. The rest of the ride seemed easier, though I was a bit disheartened because any ground I made (which wasn't much) on the uphills, was often tossed aside as team mates whizzed by me on the downhills. I tried to brake only when encountering the steeper descends or more curvy sections, but it was obvious that I was weaker, if that was possible, on the downhills, rather than the uphills.

The second 13.5 miles (1 hour 8 minutes) was tougher than the first (53 minutes), but finally, the parking lot was in sight! We pulled over and regrouped. I would have happily called it a day, had it not been for Coach B's words, TRIgirl KO's promise that the next section wasn't as bad and TRIgirls KB and JB's encouragement to just get the ride done. We headed out - and I really did enjoy the last 9ish miles of more gentle (this had become a relative term) climbs and rolls, ending the day's bike on a good note.

Unbeknown to several of us doing the 35 mile option, many folks planned on doing some or all of the follow-up run the following day. So, TRIgirls JB, KB, KB's husband and sweet dog, Gracie, TBro and I headed out on a nearby trail - which was really a pretty decent hike. TRIgirl KB and I quickly decided a good, one hour, steady walking hike was sufficient vs. trying to run the darn thing (TRIgirl JB said she walked most of it - but was quite a bit ahead of us with the boys). Actually, it was a rare opportunity. I couldn't remember the last time I hiked. We weren't dressed for the occasion in our bike gear - but it was nice to be climbing rocks and leafy trails - with Gracie always looking out for us, making sure we were OK. TRIgirl KB (aka Little Miss Sunshine - perfect nickname for my hiking buddy) chatted and enjoyed the cross training opportunity.

When we arrived back at camp, many of the 35-45 milers were waiting with an impressive food and drink buffet. A little while later, a few of my remaining carpool buddies finished up their runs as the feasters were packing-up their cars and heading back to Richmond.

We enjoyed another little spread together, before hitting a local Bar-B-Que dive for some of the best potato salad I'd ever had. And a little post ride celebratory beverages.

We drove back to town, reliving the ride, tormenting Ironman JW with our girly talk and looking at pictures from TRIgirls' Fave and KO's cameras.

A long day over, some progress on the hill phobia addressed. My pace wasn't great, but I finished the 35 mile option feeling okay. Other than the planned regroupings, I didn't have to stop or walk any of the ride.

Though I still can't imagine attempting this type of ride for 112 miles.

Patriot Sangria is Nervous

Or maybe it is me?

Tomorrow she goes in for some new gear - or rather - a switch in gear.

Seems her 56 big chain ring is not really suited for big hills, like this weekend's upcoming Blue Ridge Mountains ride.

So a 53 will be replacing the 56 - at least temporarily.

Coach B tells me I can save the 56 for flat races, like Florida or White Lake.

Ironwoman Canada is telling me to never put it back on again.

I'm thinking investing in a turbojet may have solved the whole hill problem much more easily.

4.4 Mile Great Chesapeake Bay Swim

Before getting into the details. I finished. TRIgirl JH, too. Without a wetsuit I might add!

I am glad I didn't write this race report right after the swim. Reflecting for a bit has helped me gain some insight.

The swim was hard. Much harder than I thought it would be.

Physically tough, yes. But, what I've come to realize, mentally even more so.

I went into the race thinking it would be long, leisurely swim, kind of like what the Cap to Cap was for the bike a few weeks ago.

I'd be able to cruise along since I wouldn't have to worry about sighting - not with such a huge bridge surrounding me.

I thought it would be like swimming two extra loops on the beautiful IMFL course.

I was wrong.

I didn't sleep very well the night before. I was excited and nervous, but not really in a bad way. Though the race didn't start until 10:00, I woke up around 6:30 to eat a PBJ, down some coffee - and then drive over to the finish where shuttle buses waited (well, where we waited and waited for the shuttles) to take us back over the bridge to the start. Many standing in the bus line were sporting swim club or college shirts. There were a few tri tees and ironman tattoos - but you could tell - this was a group of serious swimmers.

Then more waiting. Thankfully, TRIgirl JH and a few other new friends helped the time go by until the pre-race meeting. The race director shared tips about the current (thank goodness I listened). Anyone not able to stay within the span of bridges would be quickly escorted out of the water.

It was hot (The heat index would be 110 degrees - and I thought about TRIgirl SE who was about 30 miles away racing Eagleman). Pulling the wetsuit over my sweaty body was tiring. TRIgirl JH and I dunked ourselves in the water. The bay felt great. It looked calm. Little swells here and there, but no whitecaps or noticeable chop. Then it was time to end the warm-up - for the official mass beach start. I stayed back and let the aggressive swimmers go ahead. For awhile, I kept up with a group of swimmers.

We swam from the beach to where the pylons opened up. Everything was going well. Swimming under the bridge was surreal and awesome - looking up and seeing the huge structure - and then looking ahead and seeing nothing but more bridge and water. I was feeling good and strong until the first mile buoy (the only one I would see for the day). Right around that time I started to notice the current. It seemed to be intensifying, gradually pushing me to the left. I continued swimming. Being a predominately right side breather, I didn't notice how close I was to being off course - until I stopped and turned to the left. Yikes. I swam furiously to be more in the middle again. As TRIgirl JH said - it was like an endless pool - a treadmill of water. The next mile became a battle to not be pushed out again. I would focus on pylon after pylon at a 45 degree angle and sight. Every once in awhile I'd look forward - and could tell just how crablike my body was positioned.

I was pulling - hard - not to go fast - but to just keep moving along. It seemed like forever. Kayakers were everywhere, which was reassuring. Swimmers were nowhere, which was not. I stopped and talked to a kind kayaker who was cruising along next to me. I was worried maybe I wasn't going to make the second mile cut-off. She told me I was fine and well within the cut-off - the second mile was just ahead. Back to swimming, stroke after stroke. Around this time, I saw the first cap from the "fast wave." He was way ahead of the rest of his group - and cut through the water with grace and ease.

The current was supposed to be completely calm in the middle before switching directions. It did ease up a bit, but hung around until almost the third mile (around the time I paused to chat with another kayaker). I didn't perceive much of a break at all. Then the push to the right began.

At least it was easier to keep track as I was breathing to the right. With minor adjustments here and there, I was swimming fairly straight. Finally a few more caps from my wave.

Left arm, right arm, pull, pull, pull. I felt the effects of the current fighting in my arms. Every so oftern, I'd kick harder to give my arms a break. I looked ahead - yay - land - time to leave the span and swim back in, right? I asked a kayaker where the turnout was, he replied, "Not for awhile, you still have another mile left before you head out."

What?

Another mile!

But the shore is RIGHT there?

I went from excited to deflated. And went back to swimming. The current was still annoying, but familiar - and a few larger swells were giving me nice little rides.

Then, the most beautiful big pink and blue buoy - it was time to leave the bridge span.

And about another quarter mile of swimming until the finish line.

I remembered that a swimmer before the race had told me that at this point, you could walk into the beach if needed. I put my feet down and touched the sandy bottom. Standing up for a few minutes felt great. I ran a few steps and went back to swimming. For the first time in hours, the current was gone - just easy swimming. Ahhh, a tiny taste of what I'd been hoping for all morning long.

And finally, I stood up for good and crossed the timing mats. I felt dazed and tired. The clock read 3:15. I'd hoped to finish in under 3 hours. 562/602 swimmers. Back at the bottom of the list!

But the race I'd envisioned was much different than reality. I was grateful to have finished at all.

My head was throbbing, probably from no food or drink. I grabbed some water, found my gym bag and threw on a pair of shorts. Looking for some food - I ran into TRIgirl JH and her family! She had finished a few minutes before me. Her family was so supportive and kind. Her kids, so proud. Her thoughtful mom even bought a 4.4 swim sticker for me (thank you!!!).

We compared notes - and nearby swimmers chimed in. It had been a tough year. One woman said this was her eleventh swim - and though she was in better shape, this was her second slowest time.

If you asked me yesterday - and a few folks did - I would have told you the Great Chesapeake Bay Swim was an amazing accomplishment, but I wouldn't do it again.

But now, a day later, I think I might. Maybe not 2009, but a couple years out.

Next time, I'll know what to expect.

To pack for battle instead of vacation.

That is a Very, Very Long Bridge

Overwhelming at times, exhilirating at times.

Tomorrow, I'll be attempting to swim 4.4 miles in open water.

Tomorrow, I'll be attempting to swim the span of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge.

Tomorrow, I'll be attempting to swim across a bay.

How cool could it be?

Big thanks to all you wonderful friends and family who have called, emailed and texted. You guys are the best - and I so appreciate your encouraging thoughts!

Race Report - Route 66 Olympic

brrrring, Brrrring, BRRRRING.

The wake-up call sang out to me Sunday morning around 5:15.

"I really wouldn't mind if it is raining so I can roll right back over" was the first thought in my mind as I looked out the window to see a clear, dark morning mocking me.

So, instead, I stretched out for a few minutes before resigning myself that there was no excuse to skip the day's race.

No nerves, nothing to really do, I dressed, grabbed my gear - and met up with three other co-workers - all guys (and a fabulous sherpa girlfriend).

One coworker and I joked about how easily we could be convinced to find a rich 'ol, fattening, yummy breakfast - until we were split up by the more dedicated and motivated of the bunch to head over, once again, to El Reno Lake.

The drive - and company - helped my mood. I progressed from "I don't want to do this" to "I guess I have to do this" to "I'll do this and think of it as a training day." The open water exposure would be a good warm-up for next weekend - and the rest of the race would help burn off the abundance of conference calories waiting for me. I'd left my Garmin at home by accident - and knew that without a watch there wouldn't be much of a way to really keep track of how I was doing.

We arrived at the race site. It was humid, but overcast and less windy. The water was calm.

The coworkers I raced with were awesome - I think we were more concerned with helping each other than anything else.

"Need some body glide?"

"Want a tray to wash your feet?"

"Do you have an extra towel?"

The race announcer seemed a bit...grumpy from the previous day. He chastised us about the record number of penalties given out at the previous day's Sprint. He warned us that he did not want a repeat of yesterday's swim - and if anyone was even remotely uncomfortable in open water, he'd let them race in the "Land Lovers" category.

We all headed down to the lake as the race was a mass start. After my coworkers and I gave each other last high fives - I headed to the back of the pack. The gun sounded and we were off. The water was very murky - similar to the James River. If there were any fish or debris, I couldn't see it.

I soon realized I probably shouldn't have started quite so far back. Big, oblivious men created a road block as I tried to settle in. One particularly annoying guy would not let me pass as he criss-crossed in front of me while I tried to swim around him. I gave up on keeping a path close to the buoys and veered off to the outskirts of the course. There, I finally started to find my groove.

Exiting the water, one volunteer unzipped my wetsuit, another pulled me up to the race exit - and after a short run, a couple more helped strip off my wetsuit (how cool was THAT at an Olympic distance race???!!!). Going into transition, I checked the clock - 31:10.

And I smiled - a nice 6-7 minute gain from my past Olympic PR swim.

In transition, I started to prepare for the bike. One of my coworkers exited the swim and since we were racked together, we spent some time trading stories.

I breathed a sigh of relief starting the bike. There was wind, but not nearly as bad as the day before. Still, I was only cautiously optimistic. Three days in Oklahoma had taught me that the winds tended to pick up throughout the day.

My luck held out. Just a steady, reasonable crosswind for the entire bike. I passed through the same course as the previous day, then hit the race hills. I'd worried about the race climbs, but they were really just a series of long rollers. Four each way on the out and back of the extra 13ish miles. The worst part of the bike was a valley between two climbs, with a particularly bumpy asphalt pot hole patch, further complicated by the array of abandoned water bottles.

Pulling into transition, I met up with two other coworkers for a couple of minutes as we got ready for the run. Trying to do the math when checking the race clock, my bike time looked decent - about 1:22 for 25 miles. A noticable pacing improvement from the previous day's relay.

I started the run. It was humid, warm - but overcast for the first three miles. The run was a two loop out and back, with about half of each leg on packed dirt. No shade, but nice views of the lake.

I swear the 1.6ish legs seemed way longer. I walked all the water stops as the humidity was getting to me. One coworker, who was competing in the "Land Lover" category, ran by and was quickly out of sight. My other coworkers and I trudged along, giving each other high fives, as the sun started to heat up the course a bit more.

Finally the second loop was ending and the finish was in sight. My fastest Olympic tri run at 1:01:30ish.


Was I reading the clock right - did it say 3 hours and 40 seconds? An overall PR of about 19 minutes and PRs for all three legs - swim, bike and run? TRIgirl CD had predicted it a few days ago, but I hadn't believed her. I was never more happy to be wrong.

And oh, that 40 seconds. Had I known just 40 seconds would stand between me and a sub 3 hour race, my transitions may not have looked like this:



Yes, out of all women, I finished LAST in both T1 and T2.

Overall I was very happy - the day turned out well. Racing with my coworkers was very cool. We cheered each other across the finish line. One lifted me in a big bear hug to celebrate.

We took pictures, ate - and packed up our gear as storm clouds started to come through.






Only later I would learn, after the results were posted online, I placed first in my age group.

Now there were only five people in my age group.

But I can't deny it felt very cool to see my name at the top of the list instead of the bottom!

Race Report - Route 66 Sprint - Saturday's Relay

First, some background.

This weekend's triathlon doubleheader was thanks to my company's incredible CEO. A year or so ago, he was bitten by the tri-bug. Since, then, he has promoted wellness and exercise through company-wide programs, including coordinating tri competitions during this year's annual conference. I am so fortunate and grateful to work for corporate executives who, not only offer outstanding medical benefits, but also promote a healthy and active lifestyle.

Over 50 (of about 470ish employees across the nation) participated in yesterday's Route 66 Sprint Triathlon. Most signed up for a relay leg, but a few were undertaking their first sprint distance race.

A bus was waiting at 5:45 race morning to take our group to El Reno. I can't imagine the thoughts of those who watched our crew (about 20% of the day's participants) disembark the bus and grab bikes from a UHaul.

Knowing a few folks were newbies, I offered help, such as gently telling coworkers that race chips belonged around ankles vs. wrists.

Remembering the shock of open water compared with pool swimming, I encouraged my relay swim partner to test out El Reno lake, a very murky body of water, with a strong current.

We swam a few strokes before I realized she was trying to swim freestyle with her head completely above the water. Then she was panicking. She did not think she could do the swim.

I tried to conjure up every tip I'd ever learned about feeling comfortable in the water. We worked on swimming to and from landmarks closer to shore and where we could always touch the bottom. She was doing better.

Soon, after, the race started. This was my first relay (bike leg) so I watched with a bunch of coworkers from the shore. Right from the gun, the panic was apparent and the kayakers rescued a few racers before they reached the first buoy. The boats brought in about 20 racers - but I did not see my coworker. I breathed a cautious sigh of relief and headed to transition to wait for her.

The first wave racers were pulling in, as well as some relay racers from my company. Suddenly, my coworker was at my side. She asked for assistance at the second buoy - and was pulled in by a rescue boat. Officially DQed, but still excited - she had made her personal goal to swim to the second buoy.

Fumbling for a second about whether we could still continue as a relay team, we switched the chip anklet and I grabbed Patriot Sangria.

Off to ride the 12ish worst miles I'd ever encountered.

There were small rolling hills.

And the strongest wind I've ever encountered. Not just an occasional wicked gust or two - but a constant crosswind that challenged my ability to stay aero - a battle I often lost as Patriot Sangria was being blown across the road. The last, long gradual hill back to transition seemed treacherous as it was smack into the ridiculous headwind.

Twelve and a half miles on the bike took me about 44 minutes.

In transition, I happily handed the chip to our team's runner - who rocked the 5k in about 29 minutes!

I loved watching my fellow employees race - for many this was their first triathlon. Their pride, excitement and joy left me exhilerated. I heard more than once about "next time."

We traded stories about the day.

We watched several teams (somehow even mine) receive awards.

We celebrated.

It was incredible.

Though I can't say I was very excited about the next day's Olympic race - and grappling with 25 miles of Oklahoma wind.

I Want My Mojo Back

I haven't posted in awhile.

I've wanted to write about swimming. The pool and I have been spending lots of time together.

I've wanted to send big congrats to all the Richmonders who raced IM Brazil. They are awesome and so inspiring.

I've wanted to express my honor for being asked to be a TRIgirl Team Leader.

I've wanted to share preparations for this weekend's races. Yep, there are two coming up.

But I am sooo drained.

Too mentally spent to even try to explain why, other than to say, the causes are mostly related to work and a crammed schedule. In the big scheme of things - nothing life threatening or really that important.

With any luck, things will be on a smoother road soon.

Maybe in enough time to get my mojo going for this weekend.

A Happy Day - By Patriot Sangria

I seem to be spending more time in the garage lately.

Through the winter, for 3-4 days a week, I proudly stood in my trainer and was visited regularly. While my back tire was worn to the core for countless hours, I was able to watch many TV programs and movies. In between, I cozily rested, sun streaming through the bedroom windows, as I dreamed of weekend outings through the West End and Ashland.

With the arrival of the warmer weather, I've braved the back of many cars for fun and diverse adventures that enabled me to revisit the Eastern Shore, speed through White Lake and casually explore Central Richmond. More outdoor rides has equaled less time on the trainer.

But more time in the garage.

Today, though, brought a surprise.

Very early in the morning, I was startled awake to the garage door opening. Soon we were traveling the familiar roads to West Creek. Many other friends of all styles, sizes, shapes and colors greeted me as we waited in the parking lot and watched the most unusual display - of a red friend propped on a trainer - though we were outside! I heard the topic being discussed.

Hills. I wasn't sure how well that was going to go over.

Finally, we were out on the nub. It was a chilly, bright and clear morning. We rode about 3/4 of the loop.

And then the unthinkable happened.

We circled the same two hills 5, 6, 7 times - I am not sure, I lost count from the dizziness. My gears were played with a bit more, helping me keep a more even pace as we glided round and round the Farmers Bureau.

The outing ended soon after and we headed home. I did not understand why I was left on the back of the car, but fell asleep for a few hours anyway.

Then - there was the sound of the garage door opening - again.

We were off to visit a few more friends. I was transferred to a different SUV rack to join them as we headed down Patterson Avenue. I told my buddies that I thought we might be on our way to the Osborne route.

We were taken off the car by the familiar 7-11.

By this time, the day was perfect. The chill was gone and the sun was shining in the bluest sky.

We rode.

We cruised down Osborne
and into Battlefield Park
and near the boat landings
and through the tree lined stretches
and past the amazing stone cottage
and on new streets when revisiting the Park
and by an awesome house for sale
and, eventually, back to the 7-11.

Two rides in one day.

I'm resting in the garage.

And I am happy.

Recovery Week

My White Lake recovery week included:

• Big yummy dinners on Saturday and Sunday.
• A wonderful massage.
• Over 8 miles of swimming (there is the upcoming 4.4 mile swim on the race calendar).
• 100+ mile bike ride (we took a few wrong turns) - the Cap to Cap century! Really enjoyed spending time with my riding buddies, TRIgirl CD, her hubby, TRIgirls KG, MW, SD, CM (and her husband) - and TRIgirl SJG and her husband - who rode the whole 103 miles with me. And guest appearances by Coach S at most of the rest stops! No Garmin, no pacing goals - just crusing along for pure fun (other than the 20-30 minutes of cold rain and the 10ish miles of "I just want to be off this bike.").

BTW, I think the Cap to Cap should be a monthly event. What a great route!

Take That!

It was not terribly hard to circumnavigate around the "share" or "not so much" feature.

Here's a picture from White Lake that I like - and that shows happiness on a decent bike - and a way cool vibrant background.



Yeah, the "stealth" techniques made it harder to share other pictures (that were fairly awful anyway - but may have been great for a few laughs).

Maybe Some Better Instructions Were Needed

So I go to look at my White Lake photos - how cool - the have a "share" gadget so I can post them to my blog! I come up with silly names for the pictures and go to take a peek.

ACCESS DENIED, ACCESS DENIED, ACCESS DENIED

WTF?

Seems there is a hidden clause somewhere in the fine print that you have to "pay" for the share feature.

White Lake - Race Report

"...Even the birds were chirping nervously," observed TRIsherpa GG as he recorded the White Lake morning preparations on his digital camera.

After four-five hours of sleep (I think a group of triathlon volunteers were partying it up outside my window till midnight), race morning dawned bright and clear. Our Lake Shore Condo group was organized, efficient and fairly calm. We were only a half mile or so from the start - an easy warm-up as we pedaled our bikes to the transition area. TRIsherpa GG followed in his car with our gear in tow.

I wasn't feeling 100% - there was a heaviness in my chest and sinuses - but the sore throat/cold/allergy attack was better than it had been for the previous few days. Thankfully, my pre-race stomach was fairly calm - only one or two trips to the port-o-potties.

Pre-race, I ran into Guppy KB and many TRIgirls. I am not sure what percentage of women racers were with our crew, but everywhere I turned, there were friendly and familiar faces. Words can't describe how awesome it was to see so many of my team mates in wave 11.

The gun sounded. Since drafting has become less foreign, I was hoping to catch the feet of someone slightly faster than me. Unfortunately, it seemed like the fast group took off quickly, with only a few other women and me straggling along in the middle. Even though I couldn't catch a draft, the first two-thirds of the swim went well. I think I zig-zagged a bit for the last 750. Overall, with a kind current, the swim felt smooth.

Climbing the ladder to exit the water, both calves hinted at cramps, which probably should have signaled a red flag. I looked at my watch and realized Garmin was completely screwed. Jogging to transition, I saw a few strong TRIgirl swimmers preparing for the bike, so I figured my swim was decent.

Since Garmin was not behaving reliably, I was on my own for the rest of the race. I tried not to dawdle too much in TI. Heading off on the bike, I was happy. The course was flat, though the wind was stronger than predicted - up to 20 mph gusts. I pushed a bit when the wind was behind me and cruised along more conservatively during the course's long consecutive stretches with 15-20 mph winds. Yeah, a bunch of guys passed me, but not many women (Okay, I was in the second to last wave, so that may have been a factor). TRIgirl CD DID pass me - like a female Lance, she whizzed by, and all I could do was smile.

Getting off the bike, I was happy, my legs FELT GOOD.

I started the run, the first 3-4 miles seemed fine. Unfortunately, the next 8ish miles were a bit of a cluster. Looking back now, I realize I was trying to hydrate from the outside in vs. the inside out. Historically, nutrition while biking has been more of an issue for me, adjusting during a tough, hot run became an unexpected challenge.

During the White Lake run, I threw towels over my neck, dumped water on my head and consumed half a Gu every two miles. It was hot. And I wasn't handling it well. Though I'd been taught to deal with heat and knew better, my head was not in the game. Why didn't I drink more of the sports drink waiting in my fuel belt bottles - or take in electrolyte tablets? TRIgirl LD was one of the few that had a strong run, dealing with the tough conditions.

Since the splits have not yet been posted, I am guessing that a better than hoped swim, T1, bike or T2 carried me through a 17-18 minute PR - 6:24 overall race time. For this, I am most grateful. My run should have been better. Its lackluster results have taught me a few lessons.

But White Lake's most memorable moments transcended my race.

Did I mention 25ish TRIgirls and Guppy friends were participating in White Lake? Including my awe inspiring travel buddies, TRIgirls BL and SJG?

Or that, for many of my team mates, this was their first half IM?

Can I relate how encouraging it was to see all these fabulous, strong women on the course? High fives and encouraging words more frequent then the aid stations?

How my allergy woes were quickly put into perspective by the battles TRIgirls KB, KG, CD and Annnn confronted?

What about the brave, determined TRIgirl who persevered through her fears during a swim that would have left me handing over my chip at T1? Who may have not officially finished the 70.3 within the allotted time, but whose spirit deserved the biggest medal of all?

These were the moments that truly turned White Lake Pink.

Countdown to White Lake

Little by little, the stars are aligning for incredible race conditions this weekend.
I drove down with TRIgirls SJG and BL Wednesday afternoon. After remembering some of the "rustic" accommodation choices we saw on the web, our first bit of luck occurred when unlocking the door to the nicely decorated, waterfront, comfy condo TRIgirl BL secured for us.

The weather forecast has changed for the better - from scattered thunderstorms - to partly cloudy, high of 81 degrees and winds up to 11 mph during the race.
We squeezed in a short workout after our arrival and checked out the run course. A flat two-loop out and back with sections that traverse an upscale lakefront neighborhood.

Chatting with a few locals, everyone seemed excited about the race, whether volunteering or spectating. They shared recommendations for a nice Italian restaurant - Giorgios - in Elizabethtown, which we hit up on Wednesday night for kicking-off our carbo loading.

Speaking of food, TRIgirls BL and SJG are taking great care of me - they've covered purchasing lots of nutritious pre-race food and meals.

Yesterday morning, we drove the bike course. I think it may be the flattest route I've ever ridden. The biggest obstacle - fighting to keep my bike on the course instead of visiting a few of the vineyards we'll be passing.

Ah - and about the Lake - it is beautiful! After our bike course excursion, we lounged around for a couple hours on our own personal pier, surrounded by breathtaking cypress trees dripping with Spanish moss.

Then we headed out for a test swim. Walking past a very fit woman who must have been intimated by our stark competitive stares and amazing wetsuit donning abilities, we heard the pro call out, "I am not going to save you if you drown, maybe your friends will." Sigh, I guess some people will look to get rid of their competition anyway they can.

But the water was beautiful. A little burst of coldness at first. After a few strokes our bodies adjusted and we were able to appreciate the crystal clear water which was like swimming through liquid glass. We swam for about a half hour, catching up here and there to practice TRIgirl BL's helpful sighting and drafting tips. BTW - Ask Ms. SJG for her whale and Little Mermaid impersonations some time...

More resting and eating followed as TRIgirls BL and SJG's husbands arrived in time for TRIgirl SJG's yummy lasagna.

Yes, White Lake is looking very promising - now if only I can knock the allergies/cold that have been lurking around in the back of my sinuses...

Eastern Shore Weekend - The Same, But Different

We are back from the Eastern Shore! Another memorable weekend full of training and fun times. In some ways, similar to last year's - and in some ways, a bit different.

The same:

• TRIgirls SS and KB arranged our comfortable cabins at Kiptopeke State Park.
• Terrific weather - just like last year. We woke-up to a beautiful day - sunny and warm.
• Loved the bike route - though I reluctantly resigned myself to just 58 miles of it this year. And other than a nice little push to keep up with TRIgirls SK and KB for about 20 miles, took it easy for the rest of the ride. The IM Brazil folks all looked strong for their century ride.
• Huge, delicious, post workout meal (and celebratory drinks!).

And different:

• The hubby joined me this year for the trip. It was nice to share the weekend with him. I was grateful for his help with packing and unloading the car - and his grilling skills with the post workout protein for the sixteen of us. He happily squeezed in a round at the Bay Creek Golf Course with a few other spouses.
• A slightly different cast - missed a bunch of TRIgirls (and Coaches G, B and E) - but enjoyed spending time with several new friends.
• Explored a little more of the Eastern Shore by joining TRIgirl CS and her husband for a yummy dinner in Cape Charles on Friday.
• No drafting off of Coach E this year. I avoided drafting for the short push - and was by myself for most of the ride back in - into a lovely headwind.
• A post bike run.
• An awesome nap on the beach post bike/run! TRIgirl CS and I spotted dolphins out in the bay.
• No games or fire pit smores. TRIgirl CS and her husband did bring marshmallows and kindling - but the idea seemed to get lost in the shuffle.
• No open water swimming! I was a little bummed about this change in plans - though the bay was a bit chilly. Let's hope that since White Lake is 3-4 hours south, the water will be warmer next weekend!

The Taper

I first learned about “the taper” when joining TRIgirls a few years ago. After hearing the promises of reduced training, I remember being surprised to see workouts on the schedule during the days leading up to those initial sprint triathlons or 10Ks. My visions of lounging on the couch for two weeks with Ben & Jerry as my main training companions were quickly replaced with preperation planning, hydrating - and runs, bikes, swims.

Obviously, I didn’t “get it.”

For Eagleman, the taper was a little more noticeable – on paper anyway. But I was so worked up with nerves and excitement, that though I conceptually understood the idea, I still wasn't getting it.

IMFL gave me my first real taste of the taper. The week or two before the race, I felt energized. I wished for a few more longer workouts – but resisted because it was taper time. And it worked, I had a great race (for me).

With White Lake just a week and half-away, I am doing better recognizing the signs that the taper is near. I was pleased with how I did during Ironwoman Canada's last Masters class – 14 100s on tough intervals interspersed throughout the workout – and I actually hit them all. This past weekend’s long bike with TRIgirls SS, SD, MW and KB included a decent negative split for the last 38 of the 78 miles – and my legs felt strong afterwards (my shoulders and neck a little less so).

In the next few days, the workouts will begin easing off.

The only temptation causing me heartache is the Eastern Shore bike scheduled for this coming weekend. I loved this ride (other than the last 15-20 miles) last year and Saturday’s weather looks terrific. After this past weekend’s great ride, I can’t wait for the next longer excursion with Patriot Sangria. Some of my team mates training for Brazil will be cycling 100 miles. I’ve resigned myself to not being able to join them for the entire distance, but was really hoping for a 50 mile ride.

Unfortunately, a half century distance is not on my schedule and I’ve been hearing some “feedback” about my plans. I’m trying to figure out ways it could work (what if the last 25 miles were leisurely?).

But the verdict is still out.

Two Weeks

It is two weeks (and a few hours) till White Lake.

Buzzing around me, I can sense the charged atmosphere – the apprehension, anxiety and excitement - of some of my team mates.

I can so relate. As crazy as it may sound, I was more nervous for my first ½ IM than I was for IMFL.

Sometimes I think it was because IMFL was incomprehensible – that I just sunk into a “one stroke/pedal turn/step at a time” mode.

Other times I wonder if my nerves were somewhat calmed before Florida because I had an inkling of what to expect from doing two ½ IMs.

A bit of a paradox, eh?

I’d be lying if I said there haven’t been a few twinges of uncertainty as the clock ticks down to White Lake. Didn’t I swim harder, bike further, run more for Eagleman? After a couple of deep breaths – and checking my logs – I am reassured. If anything, I’ve actually trained a little more this time. Barring extreme or unforeseen circumstances, physically, I should be ready. I am…for the most part…calm.

When it comes down to it, I can’t pinpoint why I was so stressed for my first half IM. And I don’t know what, if anything, could have calmed me. Seeing the questions and worries surrounding my totally trained, strong and ready training buddies, I wish I had the right words to quell their fears and doubts – (Check out some great nuggets of wisdom, though, from TRIgirl CD).

In retrospect, I can say that my Eagleman fears had little to do with the physical – my body was trained.

As it is now – along with those of about thirty other girls ready to turn White Lake pink.

TRIgirl...41?

Yeah, when selecting my Blogger username, I briefly wondered if TRIgirl 40 was a bad choice because it would only be accurate for a year.

For the next 12 months, I should technically be TRIgirl 41.

But being TRIgirl 40 was wonderful - full of many great dreams fulfilled, special moments and lasting memories.

And since TRIgirl 40 has done me well this year...

I don't think I'll be changing it anytime soon.

Well That Makes Things Harder

You know, I occasionally wondered about the purpose of assigning an interval to one set of whatever when swimming. I just assumed the goal was to try to finish said whatever set within the posted time.

With the announcement earlier this week that Ironwoman Canada was moving Masters to Thursday, the pool was a little less crowded tonight. It was just Dr. Joe and me sharing a lane. After our warm-up, we had a fast 200 and then a couple of 150s. After trying to draft off him for the 200, I noticed he was watching the clock - when it clicked.

The interval posted for the 200 meant that we were supposed to finish the 200, enjoy any remaining rest time - and start the next set on the interval listed.

Oooooh.

Monument 10K Race Report

Prologue...

Sitting down to write this race report, I realized I haven't blogged much about my running lately.

Between a few changes in perspective, some encouraging training sessions - and the cooler weather, the past six months were scattered with new pace goals and PRs.

Reflecting back, I think I've been afraid to jinx it. Maybe these were fluke training sessions. It seemed premature to put it out there in black and white. My running was improving?

Now, before any ridiculous ideas start crossing your mind, please know, I am still slow.

But possibly a little less slow.

The Report...

Starting the season with a running race was a relief. The night before, even with packing my bag with numerous options for the weather, getting ready wasn't a big deal. I filled two bottles with Gatorade, picked out my running clothes and clipped my number to my fuel belt.

The day before included an early morning long swim and a late evening bike. I slept well (except for waking up a few times to loud, torrential downpours that I hoped would be gone by morning) and woke feeling fairly rested.

Thankfully, the worst of the rain did pass. Race morning was cloudy, humid, drizzly, damp, but no thunderstorms.

I drove to TRIgirl BL's house. She and her husband drove us to TRIgirl SJG's house. We grabbed garbage bags to keep us dry for the mile-ish walk to the race start.

We ran into a bunch of TRIgirls (over 60 TRIgirls were participating) - and went through the usual last minute search for port-o-potties. Then it was off to find our wave, where tons of women in pink were already clustered together.

TRIgirl BL and I had been discussing our race plan for a few days. We'd settled on aiming for 9:30 for mile 1, then taking off five seconds per mile for the next 4 miles, then one final pick-up for the last 1.2 miles.

Given my running history - and that last year's 10K was a 1:01:26 - a smidgen under a 10 minute mile pace - this was an ambitious plan. I dropped my prediction to 58:30 from 59:00 for the TRIgirl contest to see which team could come closest to their estimates.

Our wave gradually made its way to the start. We hit the mats and TRIgirl BL and I began weaving through the crowd for the first half mile, looking for openings. Once we found a decent place to settle in, we noticed TRIgirl LD was right there with us.

The three of us ran almost the whole race together. First mile, felt good, pace was fast - 9:18. Revised our plan - hold 9:15ish for the next few miles. Mile 2, still felt good, 9:11. Mile 3, going along fine, 9:16. Mile 4, not bad, 9:02. Mile 5, 9:16. It was time to pick-up the pace and my race started to get hard. TRIgirl BL encouraged me as I fell back a few feet (thank you, TRIgirl BL). Having to go to the bathroom did not help. I was soon keeping up again, but barely. Mile 6, 8:56. Last .2, TRIgirl LD sprinted ahead. TRIgirl BL and I crossed the finish line, I was one second behind her - at an 8:24 pace.

Overall race time - 57:05 according to the official results.

A PR of about 4 minutes and 20 seconds since last year and 2 minutes from any runs this year.


Epilogue...

The rest of the day was a blur of TRIgirl activity. We found the rest of our teammates and heard others' stories of great races and PRs. We had a champagne toast at TRIgirl Annn's (with perfect post race nutrition - chocolate covered marshmallows and bananas - YUMMM). Then it was off to TRIgirl AM's housewarming party. The evening wrapped up with our half IM dinner - which was fun and very informative.

It was a great race - and a great day. I owe much to TRIgirls, Ironwoman Canada (who called me after the race and said next year would be 55:00!) and my teammates.

Thanks to them...

I am still not fast.

But possibly a little faster.

The Season Starts!

Tomorrow, with the Monument Avenue 10K!

Even though the weather predictions are gloomy (scattered thunderstorms), I am antsy for the first race of the season.

I am happy to be one of many Richmond ladies who'll be fortunate enough to debut new TRIgirl SkirtSports.


I am hoping to keep pace with my training buddy, TRIgirl BL, and our ambitious goals.

I am looking forward to sharing the race with my TRIgirl Team, the Pink Panthers.

Gem dealer 1: As in every stone of this size, there is a flaw.
Sultan: A flaw?
Gem dealer 2: The slightest flaw, your excellency.
Gem dealer 1: If you look deep into the stone, you will perceive the tiniest discoloration. It resembles an animal.
Sultan: An animal?
Gem dealer 1: A little panther.
Sultan: Yes! A pink panther. Come here, Dala. A gift to your father from his grateful people. Some day it will be yours.

So tomorrow, to my Pink Panthers (and all TRIgirls), Shine on like the fabulous gems you are!

A Confession

Generally speaking, I really do enjoy training.

The stress dissolving from my body during a long run. The joy of cruising rural roads with Patriot Sangria and my riding buddies. The glide through the pool as my arms and legs cut through the water.

But, every once in awhile, the real reason that motivates me to squeeze in a long scheduled workout is less about adrenalin, endorphins or even an approaching race...

and more about calorie burning.

For as long as I can remember, food and I have had a tenuous relationship. You know those kids – the lanky, skinny ones that can eat a three course dinner and then find themselves hungry for their first dessert an hour later?

Well, that was never me. I was the chubby third grader, the calorie counting sixth grader, the skip breakfast and lunch teenager. Along the way, there have been a few relative “thinner” stages, which always involved strict dieting and a moderate exercise plan. The last one occurred about two years ago when I lost 17 pounds. Still not skinny (nor close), but achieving a degree of acceptance with the scale and my body.

Imagine my joy during last year’s training for two half IMs and IMFL – when I could actually EAT with freedom, without guilt – and maintain my weight. Wow, three solid meals a day, sometimes second helpings, sometimes, even, gasp, dessert! Ooooh, a weekend party after a mega workout session? Awesome! Make room as I park myself at that buffet table!

In the back of my mind, I fear how easily it could all slip away. If the workouts slow down, either the pounds will creep on or the calorie nazi will need to be resuscitated.

So for now, if the consequence of skipping a workout is forgoing that bleu cheese topped filet, crusty bread and cabernet...

I’m grabbing my gym bag and heading out the door.